Hell Razors-Evil Dead/Jus Allah/GZA

Hell Razors - Jus Allah (feat. Evil Dead) [Jus Allah] Blood, death, sex and crimes Reminds me of some of my most memorable times Stand placed, those were the good ol' days Ain't sh*t changed, still maintain my old ways Upgrade, livin' like kings, gettin' nice things Build and destroy, everything live brings Killin' for sport, niggaz ain't as real as I thought I'm just angry, lot of hate still in my heart Playin' my part, rhymes like Christ is dark One dart, and the crisis starts We stumble amongst the path, that the righteous walk You not worthy of the math, that the science is taught Peep the system, with the wisdom, even if you cause friction Give a f**k, main focus is Allah's mission Take your cross off, ask for forgiveness First can't prove, God, the man witness [Evil Dead] Got an L, kid, nah, cool if you dig Buildin' off the two, show and prove when I spit Buddha fist, tell the truth, school is a bid A tool to condition, how we choose to live Use the sh*t, the jewel, leave 'em, fools should get Death don't apply, still we fuse to get It's ludicrous, who would of thought the shoes'll fit Feed 'em food for thought, before I chew these kids Ya'll left Kathy, but y'all can't approach Sally Frankie had a black with cats in back allies Black gats strapped to the barney I be god damn if the man won't buy me Shots of Bacardi, splash of coffee Seven in the morning, going to crash the party Probably blowing lines of oxy Allah U Akbar, for my mind and body [samples scratched up] [Evil Dead] Spit science, eyes of a mystic spell Playin' God, with crimes like Christmas carols Sh*t's terrible, but the blind get hit with arrows Pickin' off the hero's, like fish in the barrel Spit parables, compared with the knowledge of devils Each claim me, now I'mma feel lost in hell Spark the L, clearly I don't want y'all help Look up in the mirror, I saw God himself We rock well, we will never bow to your king With corpse selling, I knock at any coward who sings Court cases, got me coming back with more things Died and went to court, for what I got in my northface Short changed, faith in every word Allah sing For all dame, call at all events, I foreseen Clouded up your head like morphine Raw to the core, your brain absorbs the lost links [Jus Allah] Allah, father or lord, with sharpened sword First cry, hit the redbull's eye in the dartboard Leave when motherf**kers playin' harps and chords Fatal scars, this year we taking ours Even if it's taking food out your baby jaws License to God, giving all praise to Allah, my favorite part F**k y'all, your CD's collect dust balls Kill you niggaz today, before the sun falls This is where I thrive, trynna revive the crime Proof real niggaz get they lie This no motherf**kin' image, balance the limits Infinite, no start for a f**kin' finish Niggaz nowhere involved in God's business Best friends with the least to f**k with star witness Motherf**kers deserve they ugly a** heads spinning Only good f**k the devils, is a dead man [samples scratched up]